summary: your mental state is suffering–you’re not sure if you can handle alphatauri posting another thirst trap of your boyfriend to disguise their inability to build a car that doesn’t break within the first ten laps. but, when yuki posts his own half-naked picture on main? he’s asking for it, at this point. clearly, he’s been spending too much time with pierre.
༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. the last post for kinktober 2023! this is actually the dirtiest fic, in theory. yuki has my heart and i'm single handedly going to fill tumblr with my posts about him, thank you, good night.
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ab-riding & dry humping — 𝐲𝐭. 𝟐𝟐
yuki tsunoda x fem!black!reader
1k words. ab-riding. pierre gasly is his own warning. no penetrative sex. dry humping/frottage. orgasm denial? use that man like a sex toy.
you can’t stand his smug ass smirk. he knows damn well how you feel about his thirst traps. sure, alphatauri milks any chance of plastering yuki across their social media page to fail at distracting fans from the fact that their the slowest car on the grid, and that they can’t build a car that doesn’t fall apart like legos. but, yuki, posting practically-naked (he’s only shirtless, so really you’re mildly exaggerating) pictures on his main instagram page?? he’s not george-fucking-russell, so, why the hell would he do that?
there’s only two answers to this question, and they’re both correct. one, pierre gasly—the french bastard. you can’t leave them together unsupervised. and two, to make you mad. 9which you very much are, so, yuki achieved what he wanted. he’s especially thrilled, when you shove him down onto your bed, and straddle his lap, angrily tugging his shirt off. yuki grins up at you, satisfied at where a simple shirtless picture lead him to. he should listen to pierre more often, his ex-teammate might have good ideas, however rare they are. once his shirt is off, you freeze, breathing heavily as you drink in the sight of his torso. you lean forward and start sucking marks into his pecs, biting into the meat of his chest, and tracing the definition of his abs with your tongue. yuki’s moans rumble in his chest, and he lets his eyes flutter shut and basks under the thorough claim you’re leaving on his body. at least you’re kind enough to avoid placing any marks high enough to where they could be seen from the neck of a shirt—alphatauri will just have to post pre-filmed videos they have in the vault while your hickeys fade, they’ll survive.
you erratically jerk away again, and strip your bottoms off, shoving your underwear down and tossing them behind you. you tug your shirt up until it bunches under your armpits, and you drag the cups of your bra underneath your chest, causing them to spill over the top obscenely. roughly grabbing at your boyfriend’s hands, you direct them to grasp at your boobs, and command, “keep your abs flexed.” yuki makes a noise of confusion, but you don’t elaborate any further. you lower yourself to sit on his abdomen, and grind across him slowly, testing the waters. your head falls forward from the zing of pleasure that races up your spine, and you quickly start rabbiting your hips across the dips and ridges of his muscles.
yuki is rendered speechless at your motions. he was expecting you to ride his dick, not his abs. he’s not going to complain about this, though. you’re rubbing yourself off on his torso—your moans are bitten off and rough, and your grinds are deep and forceful to make sure your clit catches on every sharp edge of his abdomen. it’s the dirtiest thing yuki’s ever seen you do, usually he’s the one being unhinged. he squeezes at your chest rhythmically, dropping his hands to your chest eventually to watch how your breasts bounce at every shift you make—he sighs contentedly, this is heaven.
he brings one hand to reach around you and palm himself over his shorts, but is denied the chance to do so. you hiss at him meanly, and pull his hand back to your waist, eyes flashing at him in warning. yuki falters under the commanding glint of your gaze, maybe he pushed you too far this time. he adjusts his grip on your body and takes some of the load off you, and guides your hips against his body for you—he could feel your thighs begin to tremble in exhaustion and based on how deadest you’ve become on getting yourself off on his abs, he doesn’t want to feel any additional wrath when your release slips from your grasp.
a squeal of relief rattles through your chest at how yuki does the hard work for you. he moves your body exactly how you crave, and you find it incredibly difficult to remember why you were mad in the first place. instead of your thighs shaking in tiredness—you’re thankfully not used to being the one putting all the work in, your boyfriend’s stamina is appreciated—they begin to quiver as you get closer to cumming. your own hand comes to tug at your nipples, looking for any last flare of pleasure to push you over the edge. the wetness you’ve spread across his abs has started to lessen the friction you feel against your cunt. yuki sees the frustration furrowing your brow, and shifts his right hand down over your navel so his thumb can rub at your clit. you gasp, throwing your head back at white-hot burst of contentment behind your eyes, and all it takes is a few more furious passes of yuki’s fingers on your cunt, as the coil snaps inside your core, and waves of bliss crash over you.
yuki slips his hand away, and guides you to ride out the aftershocks on his abs. he moans at the sight of pure satisfaction on your face, and how you’ve soaked his torso, reminding him what belongs to you, with no room for vagueness. you eventually slow your roll, and fall to the side off yuki. the two of you pant as you stare at the ceiling, allowing the rapid beats of your hearts to slow.
you tilt your head to face him, and smile dopily at the sight of yuki staring at his navel. you’ve drenched him with your release, and it glistens beautifully on his tanned skin. if you were truly unhinged, you’d take a picture with your hand rubbing your wetness across his skin, and post it for everyone to see. the contrasting shades of your skin under the light of golden hour would look perfect. it would probably cost your boyfriend’s career, so maybe that’s not an equal exchange.
hummingly faintly, you stumble off 9ithe bed, legs still shaking as you walk towards the bathroom. “you can get yourself off. you’re not fucking me for a week—“ yuki makes an alarmed noise, sputtering in disbelief, struggling to find his words, “oh, don’t get mouthy with me. i could make it so you never fuck me again—i just gave you enough material to last you for that long.” you slam the bathroom door shut, and yuki’s mouth hangs open in shock. fuck, pierre. he’s never listening to his suggestions ever again.
there will never be anyone like you, the smile, the shoeys, the attitude, your honesty, the all round good guy, we’ll miss you mate, you’re an aussie, and we keep fighting, keep smiling honey badger, enjoy the butterflies, can’t wait to see when you go next!
2023 F1 TEAMS ⟶ 8-10/10 ⟶ THE BACKMARKERS
⸻ SCUDERIA ALPHATAURI
⸻ MONEYGRAM HAAS
⸻ ALFA ROMEO STAKE
“If everything seems under control, you're just not going fast enough." — Mario Andretti, Italian-American motorsport legend + one of the most successful drivers in the history of motorsports
Franz Tost speaking to Sky Germany about Yuki's race in Abu Dhabi
(German → English, original below the cut)
"I'm very pissed off! Because [we?] were too stupid to choose the right strategy, and because I've had countless discussions on the pitwall - I said "bring Yuki in, we're too slow", [they said] "no, it'll work out fine, we're doing the one-stop strategy, the others who are doing the two-stop are going to be behind us"... That's pure arithmetic. I actually recognised straight away that it probably wouldn't work out. And I'll say now: P7 was a hundred percent realistic for Yuki; P6 not so much, because Perez was behind us in Qualifying and he was just faster [in the race], so you have to factor in that he's in front. But [the fact] that Alonso still overtook us, is an absolute no-go, because he was slower, so... Aston Martin were behind us this weekend, and we screwed that up, because the technical guys, who sit for hours in front of the computer, didn't manage to calculate a strategy that [actually] works in the end."
And later on:
"Yuki drove a really good race, he drove a good race in Sao Paulo as well. We just have to give him a good car and the right strategy, then he'll be there"
ORIGINAL: Ich bin stocksauer! Weil ...zu blöd waren, 'ne richtige Strategie zu wählen, und weil ich zig Diskussionen an der Boxenmauer gehabt habe, ich sagte "holt den Yuki rein, wir sind zu langsam", "nein, das geht sich schon aus, wir fahren die Ein-Stopp-Strategie, die anderen, die Zwei-Stopp fahren, werden dahinter sein."... Das ist reine Arithmetik. Das habe ich eigentlich gleich schon erkannt, dass sich das wahrscheinlich nicht ausgehen wird. Und ich sage jetzt mal: ein siebter Platz war hundertprozentig realistisch für den Yuki; das Sechste nicht so sehr, weil der Perez war in Qualifying hinter uns und der war einfach schneller, also den musste man einkalkulieren, dass er vorne ist. Aber dass uns der Alonso noch überholt, ist absolutes No-Go, weil der war langsamer also der... Aston Martin war dieses Wochenende hinter uns, und das haben wir vermurkst, weil die Herrn Techniker, die stundenlang vor den Computer sitzen, es nicht zustande gebracht haben, 'ne Strategie auszurechnen, die dann auch im Endeffekt funktioniert.
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Der Yuki ist ein sehr gutes Rennen gefahren, der ist auch in Sao Paulo gut gefahren. Wir müssen ihm nur ein gutes Auto geben, dann ist Yuki dabei.
